Arab men are now one of the hottest niches in gay porn.

The niche is not exactly new; it is the Arab nature of it — primarily those young Arabs who have flocked to Europe for work — that gives it a new face.

Visual Aids? Above are several scenes from Arab Men (Part I), one of the most popular titles in this category; at right the porn star Huessein, who through his adopted porn name and porn bio promotes his Turkish ancestry and who set off a comments war in these pages when we dared to describe him — and please don’t start up again — as “a beautiful ugly man.”

But the niche itself — well, it’s a classic archetype of the erotic imagination.

The Great Dark Man, Quentin Crisp used to call this eternal figure. Not exactly dreamboats, but dream brutes.

The Great Dark Man, while never fully detailed in Crisp’s brightly-lit epigrammatic prose, could be readily inferred from the writer’s autobiography The Naked Civil Servant.

The politically correct reader is certain to disagree with me, but it seems clear that our fey, outre Quentin had a rather Jane Eyre-ish sense of himself — as a lowly, compliant substitute female — whom this Great Dark Man would set off, as black velvet sets off pale but completely artificial pearls. (read the full article)

Nothing sexual implied or inferred.

If Tracy Morgan — who I never chalked up to being much of a comedic genius — has taught us anything this past week, it’s that the people who rant and seethe about other people’s stereotypes are themselves terrible unwitting ethnic cliches.

Porn itself is one of the most stereotype-ridden mediums out there, and really, that’s why we love it. Gay porn often tries to be very uplifting and PC in terms of how it depicts gay sex, but admit it: don’t you need your lusty latino gang bangs, tradey muscle guidos, humpy hillbillies, black brick bats, and dumb-as-sixpacks blue collar ballers in order to get off?

Do you even remotely want to see committed relationships, gauzy romance, domestic bliss, and civic duty depicted therein?

Isn’t this the one medium where you crave a lowest common denominator form of representation because it’s so much more hot that way? Who wants the high road in porn when you can get down and wallow in the low one?

Like that tired old maxim that claims less nudity is somehow hotter because it’s suggestive, we all know that porn is the most satisfying when it’s super-slutty, ultra-trashy, mega-kinky, and ever-so politically incorrect.

Prepare to feel that sweet, sweet guilt… (read the full article)

Hetero men will resort to any pretext when they want to get some touch with another guy, even if it involves an audience full of spectators with private motivations of their own.

Basically, everybody’s fronting.

Look at these Turkish wrestlers doin’ their thang — all swarthy, glistening, and rippling. The ribald erotic implications of grappling men — greased like pigs — in leather pants forcing their hands down each other’s waistbands as they use groins for leverage is obvious to any gay. It’s like a Fellini movie got mashed-up with a Flash Gordon gladiator match. Still, we’re supposed to believe the ostensible reasons for staging such an event. It’s all about spectacle, competition, and the glorification of the triumphant male will. It’s certainly not about ogling sexy, sexy beau-hunks mounting each other like heedless dogs on a front lawn as they jockey for position.

That would be exploitive.

It’s an occupational hazard.

Just a few years of writing about sex and porn has really broadened my libido. Things I never really quite got before are now permanent booths in the carnal carnival of my mind.

I probably would be the centerpiece in a Guido gang bang if the opportunity ever arose. I’m now forever enamored of insanely-subtitled Hungarian gay porn. And yes, enough time spent writing about Big Prick Teases, Macrophiles, and Muscle Pigs has left this tall vegetarian with a conflicting taste for bulked-up, ‘roided-out, jacked-up beef.

I don’t think anyone can quite account for why we’re attracted to what we are, but I have to wonder if the decade you’re born into and the beauty standard of the day don’t have a very formative effect on what catches your eye. I think The Hulk, He-Man, Conan, and Rambo must’ve had a profound influence on many a gay man. Porn seems to be reflecting that with the increasing amounts of what’s known as Muscle Porn — a sort of “wink wink” subgenre that’s all about the pornography of the body itself rather than explicit sex. The men featured in these productions are rapidly becoming name stars in their own right, and lately I’ve been frankly astonished by the amount of female-devoted muscle porn graced by massive women. It leaves me wondering if hetero men haven’t gotten a bad rap for too long when it comes to creating the stick figure beauty standard for the ladies.

Anyway, there’s not really one reason why male bodybuilders have always been so easily lured into gay porn, and muscle porn is no different. Bodybuilding is actually quite difficult to make a profit from, so money is surely a factor. Men who put that much effort into their physiques also no doubt get off on being looked at, while others crave physical documentation of themselves at their peaks. Either way, narcissism is a money-maker.

With mainstream gay porn in the doldrums thanks to too many assembly line models, here are ten pneumatic Gigantors with charisma to spare — ready to be drafted and bring star quality back: (read the full article)

“I have a shit load of fans out there who know better. After all, who invented verbal porn?!” – Jon Vincent

By his own admission, you could call Jon Vincent a lot of things: sex fiend, manipulative hustler, revolving-door junkie, anabolic casualty, errant hubby, absentee father, porn trash, heedless good time guy, and trash-talker supreme. But a has-been? Even at his lowest point, he knew better.

With the curtain seeming to come down on the era of the Porn Kings and the Land of Smutdom, you’d be harried to name any current star who inspires the same cultish adoration and hushed reverence in the manner that Jeffrey James Vickers‘s alter ego Jonny V. does. Though the teeth-gnashing, hole-obliterating motherfucker appeared in only a relative handful of otherwise lackluster flicks — there’s really no name-defining epic like a Powertool or Big Guns in the mix — he stands on a pillar of immortality that Falcon’s or Titan’s five-years-ago big names never reach. Ultimately, the same fateful cocktail of character flaws and grim life experiences that made him an inveterate drug addict synchronously (and troubingly) made him a mythic sex star. (read the full article)

Why is this pouty little leather boy so sad?

Can’t he find someone to spank him no matter how badly he begs for it? Could it be that he can’t land a proper master who can deal with his glamor?

Maybe it’s that he has difficulty achieving sustainable menace and swagger because it’s so obvious — even masked and geared-up — that he’s disarmingly cute with his sassy pair of lips and “Please don’t hurt me — I’m fragile” eyes.

Perhaps — nay, certainly — he is the human equivalent of the lonely fox from The Little Prince:

“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…but you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”

Born on the island of Puerto Rico, Antonio Biaggi sports equipment that some anatomy experts have dubbed: A Sequoia of Flesh. Yes, all the classic elements are there: Uncut. 11-inches. Shocking girth. And to add to the glory, astounding, mesmerizing, pendulum-like, low-hanging balls!

Here’s some other facts about Antonio: He lived for several years in Miami, Florida before settling in San Francisco, California. And YES! Antonio is his real first name.

When not meeting the stream of demands to star in porn, he runs a small store that sells eco-friendly products. He feels strongly about environmental conservation: NO ANIMAL TESTING EVER! He’s a big fan of Latin music and Capoeira, a Brazilian martial arts form.

And great news for all Antonio fans. We just so happen to be featuring Antonio in one of our recent Sexgaymes video update in the Circle, a classic scene from the gay porn extravaganza directed by living legend Michael Brandon, Trouser Trout:

Yes, watch in wonder as Bo Matthews awakes in his cabin with a hard-on and strong need to piss. As Bo gushes the gold, he hears something in the woods and glances over to find Luke Hass stroking his huge cock while watching Bo piss. Naturally, Bo waves him over and Luke comes out of the woods and into the cabin to find Bo on his knees. Bo goes straight to work on Luke’s cock and is an expert cocksucker. But Bo (right) has many talents, including being an excellent bottom. Luke sheaths up and shoves his dick into Bo’s hole, fucking him like a rutting ram. Soon, up the road comes our superstar Antonio Biaggi, returning from a day of trout fishing. Antonio walks up to see Bo bent over with Luke’s huge dick up his ass and asks if he can join in. Hmmmmm. See how it all plays out inside in our Sexgaymes theater.